[Intro]

How's it goin'?

It's goin' pretty good?

That's good, man, that's good

Woo! Yeah, yeah

I gotta make the ladies bounce to this

I make 'em bounce

Gotta make the ladies bounce to this

Bounce. Sum'n, yo

[Verse 1]

I get loud when I'm in front of a crowd

I'm tryina' be the man, tryina' make the fam proud

Max out 'till I pass out, naw- I got gills

Face red, veins pop, I've got skills

I ain't dumb, I'm just tryina' have some fun with it

Come, come get it, stun gun stung- bit into the flesh

You're a mess, best head for the exit

Bomb atomic like Deck and leave shadows as a vestige

I said it, I meant it, ya' best get repentin'

Defeating 'em like the reaper, swing scythe- rival defenses

Choppin' your ass in half, I'm back, crackin' the asphalt

With words so superb, I'll serve it to Dale Denton

Pin cushion been pushin' on my buttons

But I'm too coy, rudeboi- ya' don't know nothin'

Nobody controls me, I own my own soul-

See, I told ya' time and time again, I ain't your fuckin' puppet

Was it, or was it not meant to be

Talk all ya' want, you're not offendin' me

I'm rendering my own drawing

My blueprint is sound, bow down- now louder than Henry Rollins

Thinkin' about the nauseous

Feelin' that I get when I've been thinkin' about the bosses

Sick of playing proletariat

Wonderin' what the cost is, bein' accosted by suit-and-tie fucks

Man, I pray to god I find you in the mosh-pit

"Stop it" Naw bitch, stompin' on the dog shit

Really not pompous, he be on that bomb shit

Hawk-spit phlegm, pen lodged in your esophagus

I carve Jarv in your throat, so you know just who the author is

Yo, I said I carve Jarv in your throat just so you know just who the author is

Tellin' me, do you like the way it feels, homeboy

[Verse 2]

Yo, what up- its Nater, the non-common denominator

Mediocre skater, top-ramen dominator

Tomb-Raider, who's greater than the boom-bap beta-

Cagey Natey guy, with the lazy-eye style flavor

Einstein paved a solid road of gold

Grab the microphone and let the soul unfold

On that wizard ish, theoretical physicist

Lensed universe looks dope, my gravitational pull-

Is extraordinary, more the merrier, carryin' barriers

Buryin' varied adversaries, dare me- I don't care if you're a big man

Come and get shit-canned

I get rambunctious, punk ya' get slammed

Bouncin' off the walls and I'm walking on the ceiling

Ya' think that I'm appalling? She thinks that I'm appealing

So whatcha' gwan' do mother-fucker, step up

I hit ya' hoe- I didn't even have to beg much (ayy)

I'm the guy with the matted up hair

They tell me to get a brush, but I just don't care

When I bust dumb-fucks just stare 'cause they're-

Not accustomed to someone who comes prepared

I'm on the bandsaw, cuttin' up some raw-stock

Head full of rhymes fly enough to make your jaw drop

Hair full of chips, dirty shirt full of holes

Yo, machine shop Jarv, dignity-dirty little heart-throb

Aww, stop- take the butter off the biscuit

The gas out the tank, take the cheese off the Triscuit

Givin' compliments to the man in the mirror

You think I need help? I agree, it's pretty clear, but

We're here having fun. Me, myself and I have a good time when I'm drunk

Feel the funk, yo. I think it's time to go

I don't give a shit, yo, I don't give a f-

[Outro]

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